I’m super chuffed — I finally managed to hit level 38 in Pokémon Go; this means I can finally submit Pokéstops. Which means I can try my luck seeing if anything near my house might be interesting enough to be approved, ha ha. This is an old postal marker (or telephone marker, I think is the actual deal now), and… heh. ANYTIME I want to look at something on this corner, Mr. C, the owner, is out on his drive. So I sucked it up with an internal ‘fuck it!‘, and started snapping. Which got some weird looks. So I had to explain to him what it was and why I was taking photos of it. Apparently, he hadn’t really thought about it in the mumbeldy-dozen years he’d been living there, so I accidentally taught him something.